TN IRL: End of Summer Sads

While Beth decided to take the high road about the end-of-summer blues, I’m fully wallowing in my sads. It has just been kind of a rough summer, okay? I’ve been through some sh*t, we’ve all been through some sh*t, and I’m looking forward to fall. Mainly for the boots and jackets, but that’s neither here nor there.

What I’m trying to say is, my day to day has been a lot like this:

F*ck. Do I have a lazy eye? Are you serious right now? I don’t need this on top of everything.

Here’s what I’ve been doing to get over the sads:

I’ve been wearing this hoodie that says SNACKS on it. Every little bit helps, people.

I’ve been getting so hungover that I send texts that simply say “halp,” and require a friend to physically come to my apartment to deliver said halp. Because she’s the best friend in the world, this care package included saltines, Advil, Airborne, some colorful crafty tape, a green smoothie, a book called Smashed and another book called The Male Brain.

I’ve been buying myself a lot of flowers.

I’ve been buying hats I don’t need.

I’ve been cleaning out my closet, and keeping the good stuff. Like this jacket, obviously.

I’ve been doing a lot of dancing around my apartment instead of packing. I also pretend that I coined the phrase: “When in doubt, dance it out.”

I’ve been listening to the same few songs over and over again, because my teenage self will never die and that is #normal, okay?

This. F*cking. Song. This song will be the end of me:

Then I follow it up with this one to be at least a little bit uplifting, because damn:

That’s about it, folks. That’s my guide (?) to getting over your summer sads. Get a great hoodie, watch some terribly great movies, drink your sorrows away, feel even more sorry the next morning, make some questionable purchases, TREAT YO SELF to some flowers, and wallow in that music. I got you. We got this.